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If my daughter questions me about it, I'm gonna say, "E made me do it." 

Which probably won't get me out of the trouble that I've just gotten into. Because my daughter has three kids, ages 2 to 10, and she's heard it all before. Probably heard it three or four times already today.

So she'll say, with rising irritation in her voice, "Do you do EVERYTHING that E tells you to do? If E told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?"

And I'll say, "Welll...I...don't...know..."

And she'll say, now clearly steamed, "What do you MEAN, you don't know?"

"Well, um..." (Now aware that she's between me and the door.)

"You're a grown man! You're my father, for God's sake! I shouldn't have to follow you around to make sure you're not DOING stuff! Like blowing your budget every month!"

Then I'll say, with sudden inspiration, "But it was for BOOKS!" (As if THAT would get me off the hook at this point.)

To which she'll reply, "I don't CARE if it was for the FREAKIN' missionaries in FREAKIN' Guatemala!"

Then, like an afterthought, (and not at all like she's bought into the whole book thing), "What books?"

And I'll say (as if I thought she WOULD let me off, if it was for the RIGHT books) "Well, there's Moments of Being: A Collection of Autobiographical Writing, written by Virginia Woolf and edited by Jeanne Shulkind; Orlando, a novel by Virginia Woolf; and Virginia Woolf, a biography by Alexandra Harris.

Ignoring the crossed arms, the tapping foot, the head shaken in total exasperation, I continue with, "The last one's a hardcover that I got for HALF-PRICE. AND I got 20% off the lot of them!"

She's now at the door, as she turns and says, "Look dad, seriously, I've got three kids in the car, dinner to make, and a real estate business to run. Don't MAKE me take your credit cards and check book."

And with that, she's out the door, tires flinging gravel as she exits the driveway.

Whew! THAT was close!

But even if she'd made good on her threats, I'd still have E to blame.

Because, after all, isn't that what friends are for...?

LPK
Dreamwidth
9.3.2017

"1979"

Aug. 7th, 2017 03:06 am
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Woke up at 3 AM with the words and music of Billy Corgan's "1979" playing in my head. Not sure what the venue is, but there's a YouTube clip of a Smashing Pumpkins performance back in the mid '90s with all the original members on stage--before the drugs and drama tore them apart--and the audience rockin' like a shadowy wave between them and the camera which is somewhere in the back of the auditorium.

It opens with an unheard, apparently humorous exchange between Billy Corgan at the mic and Jimmy Chamberlain behind the drum set. Then Chamberlain sets the tempo with an opening riff on cymbals, bass drum, and snare and they're off. D'Arcy is perched on a tall stool, stage right, with her bass, and James Iha is to the left of the group with his guitar.

The clip I used to watch was sub-standard visually but had an acceptable sound track and, like I said, you had several shots of the audience rockin' out as the music and emotional intensity of the lyrics sort of rose and fell, carrying the house along on Corgan's journey through his early years in that legendary city (Chicago) on the lake.

I was reminded of it recently by a comment posted by my friend E who had just returned from a live concert, somewhere in the mid-West I think, and her mentioning that she'd actually gotten up and danced.

So in honor of her youthful spirit, and our mutual defiance of that relentless dancing-by of the years, I'll try to post a somewhat better clip of the piece--along with the as-performed lyrics--like I used to do in that other place where we first met.

Then, we can both maybe hold our breath and see how long they let it stay up in this new place where, like Justine, we still don't know the rules...





                      1979

 Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time

On a live wire right up off the street

You and I should meet

June bug skipping like a stone

With the headlights pointed at the dawn

We were sure we'd never see an end to it all

 
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues

And we don't know just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

 

Double cross the vacant and the bored

They're not sure just what we have in store

Morphine city slippin' dues, down to see that

 

We don't even care, as restless as we are

We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts

And poured cement, lamented and assured

To the lights and towns below

Faster than the speed of sound

Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope

 

Justine never knew the rules

Hung down with the freaks and ghouls

No apologies ever need be made

I know you better than you fake it, to see

 

That we don't even care to shake these zipper blues

And we don't know just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below

 

The street heats the urgency of now

As you see there's no one around

 

Songwriters: William Patrick Corgan

1979 lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

 

[lyrics as performed in concert]



LPK
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8.7.2017


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